Serving God in the midst of trials.

The day before we were scheduled to leave for Moka, Bella trips on the road and fractures her left arm again! She was casted and we decided it wouldn’t be a set back and continued on with the original date of departure, May 7th. So the morning of the trip we were about 18 mins from our destination and there was a call to our plane that they needed it for a Medivac back at the mission compound.

Now when we leave and pack up our house to be away from it for 2 months we eat everything out of the fridge or take what I can. I wash the floor, and bathroom, finish up the laundry and hang it inside if need be. So when they said we had to turn around I selfishly thought, ugh I’m going to have to do all that again another day. I then proceeded to be concerned about who it could be and what could be the matter with that person. We landed and weren’t sure of a new departure date since this throws a wrench into the scheduling and we would have to find out another day. So we opened the house up again and I called my mom to tell her what happened. She suggested taking the kids for ice cream (png kind) because they too had a thrown off day. So off we went to get ice cream. While there the Lord allowed me to bump into the person whose wife was on the Medivac. She was 30 weeks pregnant and her water broke. PNG is not set up with a NIC unit so they were flying her off to AU. Once I heard her story I thought about how selfish it was of me to think about the nonsense that I did. (Praise the Lord she was able to deliver at 37 weeks and the baby and mom are doing well now.)

As our week progressed in Uka both kids started to fight the flu, Caleb had started the week before and was about over the worst while we were on the plane but now Bella, had a fever and a cough and then on Friday Elijah came down with it. Monday the 13th was the new date of our departure and I was extremely worried about what we should do about going. I was praying a lot and asking the Lord for guidance. If we had our airstrip open I wouldn’t be as concerned knowing that we would land and be at the house but being it’s not it was going to be a long day of travel for Elijah who was still not feeling well and feverish.

These are times where my faith waivers and I feel like throwing in the towel for a moment.

We decided to go in good faith knowing that it would be a hard day but Elijah said he could do it. Praise the Lord we got in at the airstrip and all our stuff to the river, there was a boat and a motor and we were on our way to our house. The next three days were a blur as I nursed Elijah who continued with fever and readied the house. That Thursday the 16th I started to feel weak and tired and by night fall I too had succumbed to the dumb flu! I’m the worst patient and I hate being sick because I know I have just too much to do each day to keep the house running but here I am typing this blog out from my bed and realizing it ain’t up to me and that I just need to trust what the Lord has in store for me. For me it’s a challenge to serve God whole heartedly when in a trial. I’m so weak and I’m reminded of that now. My good friend wrote me and said “I guess this is a time to rest in Him, rather than actively serving. ❤️ Praying you'll be encouraged”

Thankful for her encouragement. Everyone else is on the mend with coughs and low energy hopefully in a few days that will be me as well.

There is not a word on my tongue, but behold oh Lord, you know it all together -Psalm 139:4

God does not give us everything we want, but he does fulfill his promises leading us along the best and straightest paths to himself

-Dietrich Bonhoeffer